Perfectly astute reflections on the three haps:
1. happiness, 2. mishaps, and 3. happenstances at both ends of The Empire State – The Middling City and The Shiney Apple. And elsewhere, if need be.

"Art is born of the observation and investigation of nature." - Cicero

Friday, March 28, 2008

There was Yours Truly, ever minding mine own beeswax, as is my wont.I knocked on the door of the photo portraitee in question and heard a Come in.There before YT was this pup, a yorki-poo, one of those newfangled canine inventions, or amalgamations if You will.YT quickly deposited both cam and laptop bag onto a nearby chair and got down to puppy business, rumpling this pup's ears, tossing her little pup toys.It has been a delightful cavalcade of ports lately. It is now time for YT to motor out to a gig, an event just off of the circular highways and biways that make nearly all a tidy twenty minute commute.Began watching final act - number 5 - of Spike Lee's When the Levee Breaks, as it's being shown as part of the Whitney Biennial I thought I'd give this most important doc its viewing due.

+ Yours Truly +

Yours Truly began writing poetry and making images with her father's Kodak 620 at the insightful age of seven. Some details have changed. Many journeys have been taken. Many images made. Much ink and pixels spilled, shared, commissioned, and the like.